The modern girl can be referenced to obviously as Dorothy. Every once and awhile a tornado seems to come and destroy are essence of Kansas. We may not be wearing ruby slippers, but our shoes (usually a pump) have a red bottom as in Christian Laboutin. We've upgraded from carrying our dogs in picnic baskets, to placing them in Gucci, Louis and Fendi. And usually naming the dog along the same line, but hey it's always great to have a good bitch along for the journey. Once and awhile we might drop a house on someone and take credit for something we really did by accident (this usually happens in the workplace).
Along our path to the current goal of some factor of self-fulfillment, we will have men surround us, and join us even for a part of the road. Maybe even 3 at a time.
We have the one, who is genuinely nice and often caring but lacks a brain. This is the guy who needs to grow up, says a few stupid things at times and can never make a decision on his own. We often wonder how he has made it this far in life.
But as we continue, we come across a man of steel, or in Dorothy's case a man of tin. This man is very smart, nice to look at and of course a body of metal, but he lacks a heart. Most modern Dorothy's know this man far to well. Amazing to have on your arm, but he just can't love you..... or stay committed.
The last man, but definitely not the least, is the man with the brain, a warm heart and yes even a fair amount of hair. But he's lacking just one thing.... courage. That's right, the ferocious lion is actually one giant pussy......cat.
With these 3 charming fellows following us around, who could ever ask for more.
As we travel our yellow brick road, we will be faced with obstacles, maybe not so much as flying monkey's but I'm sure we've had to pull ourselves out of the mud a couple of times.
Now modern day Dorothy may not have to deal with the Wicked Witch of the West, but we've all had to deal with some sort of bitch (ooops I meant witch) who was green with envy of our fabulous pumps. But in due time, with age her face will melt.
Now, yes the yellow brick road will end and the goal is almost fulfilled. We end up in Oz, where we assume all of our wishes will come true. Yet again we are face with a man, a man with a Napoleon complex. He must be feared, in control and have a big head yet he is so small in size. He grants us our wishes, which usually means signing our pay cheques.
When our journey of the yellow brick road is at an end, it's time to click our ruby soled pumps and quietly taunt "there's no place like home". We return to the shades of grey of our corporate world. Comfortable, safe and boring .... Kansas. Yet, after that crazy exhausting trip of colourful drama, thats all we crave.
